Steppe Archer couldn't help but feel like the druid girl was way wiser than her years were telling. She wasn't just someone obsessed with nature and believed anything not born of a human was pure and better in some way, she understood how survival worked. And, had a good understanding of what waste was. She had a feeling that she'd fit in right at home with her clan. Once the girl went off to wash herself up, she would greet the Lizardman on his return. At his dry reply of not wanting to be called Lizzie-Poo, Steppe Archer's cheeks practically exploded as she restrained her chortle, tears welling in her eyes at just how...serious he was. It made him out for a good straight man in this comedic three-man-band. 

Once she settled down, the Lizardman had begun checking his equipment, a good habit for one that frequently risked their life in melee battles. Checking the stringing on her bow at the same time, Steppe Archer would simply wait until the Druid Girl was ready to decide on their course of action. At the Lizardman's set of questions, the girl would puff out her chest proudly, saying: [color=CC6633][b]"I'm not tired in the slightest. After riding around on that boar, I don't think I could sleep tonight if I wanted. I'm more than willing to do that patrol duty after we get paid, if you two have the energy for it."[/b][/color]

Adding more fuel to the fire, the archer would sit with her back to it, letting her ridiculous amount of hair dry from the heat, careful to not let it catch fire or touch the ground.